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[   SONG: Undefeated          ]
[  ALBUM: Manhunt the Mixtape ]
[ ARTIST: Hyper Sniper        ]
[   YEAR: 2007                ]
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 (verse 1)

get back, cause i'm a walkin time bomb
got the 9 cocked, sprayin walls like krylon
i've gone to the depths of hell where time's lost
still made it back home like "hi mom"
and ain't nobody knocked me off of my pedastle
the day i lose to you would be the day i lose the testicles
and i'm keepin my balls, believe it or not
the reason you lost is you been beefin with ross
i'm undefeated and that ain't gonna change soon
as long as i fuck with my real homeboys and we be off of that grey goose
it ain't that we hate you,
we got pity for you dogg. you's a bitch nigga ain't you


(hook)

well i ever fear the enemy? not at all
they throw an interception now and i got the ball
and my team is made of heathens. your team is barely breathin
and when you schemers leavin, i'm remaining undefeated
middle fingers pointed cause i hate y'all
sittin on my knees with my arms stretched out in the rain fall
hopin you would battle me, about to be a casualty
cause when you done speakin, i'm remaining undefeated


(verse 2)

get back, unless you wanna taste it
james got some ill shit cookin in the basement
a racist caucasian.. ku klux muthafuck
i got your brain basting in a sauce made in asia
you wanna skin your head? well i'll take a razor blade
and go beneath the surface, travel through your mind's inner sanctum
ain't nodody save him, let him lay ashamed and naked
sometimes the truth hurts, but the truth is what you make it
i'm making a statement
ever since we felt hands rocking our cradles, we soldiers in sandboxes
sniper man, the man lost it
no longer atheist, so i guess i thank god for agnostics


(hook)


(verse 3)

get back, cause i'm not really feelin it
unless feeling villainous is "feelin it"
considering we interested in killin 'em with shit we been concealin
it's irrelevant. we iller than niggas who live like little kids
real name ross, born in '83
home town wyandotte killa KC
now reside in blue springs, choppin new beef
who the G's sayin they was down to shoot me?
the same "G's" who got chased the fuck out the club
when they got confronted. lost the fight without a punch
and 2 weeks ago, you was really sounding tough...
.. around your homeboys. nigga you's about a punk
slaughterhouse round 'em up
butchers down to bust muthafuckas in the mouth, leave you in a cloud of dust, huh


(hook)


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